Bread Zeppelin

I can't breathe Suffocating We're marching down The pace you set You keep me down Under your thumb But we march on Towards the show Cold Truth Cold truth served chilled, freedom ice Pumps in veins your death denied Only when your crooked fingers cross Will you have permission for your heart to stop Deadbeat Bootlick Scapegoat Darrel Go ahead and make things difficult Not like it mattered in the first place What's so wrong with the easy way out Can't fucking look me in my face Deadbeat Bootlick Scapegoat Darrel Drop your ego Cut my strings, release me, cut my strings Cut my strings, release me, cut my strings Cut my strings, release me, cut my strings Cut my strings, release me, cut my strings Slime Puppet King God of the Weak Cut my strings, release me, cut my strings Please keep me Cut my strings, release me, cut my strings Don't wanna be free